Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read.
Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the dark corners of you mind. The place where you hid that jelly sandwich when you were a kid. I'll give an example.
In my mother was dating a guy and broke up with him when she met someone she liked better. A man that became my stepfather till I was The man she broke up with took exception to this, got some of his friends together, and decided to run my mom's new boyfriend off the road and beat him up. The problem was that the night they tried this on my Mom's car wasn't running right. Something with the brakes if I remember. So my Mom and me were in his car and he was in hers. The old boyfriend ran my Mom and me off the road into a ditch.
I still remember getting thrown into the dashboard when he rammed the back of the car I was in with his car! It was before the days of baby seat. I was only four years old at the time. My step dad, to be, skidded to a stop jumped out the car and ran back to check on us.
That's when Mom's old boy friend jumped him. My mom grabbed me up, ran to her car, and drove back home like mad. She ran inside told my grand father what was happening and off he and my two uncles went then to stop the fight.
